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Chapter 1009: His thoughts are exhausted, but his hatred is not exhausted

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    Nan Baoyi lowered his head, saw his appearance, and immediately understood what he meant.

    She gritted her teeth.

    She has already given birth to a child, but Yuchi Qinghuan actually sent her to someone else's bed. What a bastard!

    She said crisply: "You want to take me back to Jiangbei? But I am a hostage, with so many eyes in the house staring at me, how can I leave?"

    Yuchi Beichen's hands were hanging by his legs. Because he held them too tightly, his knuckles were slightly white.

    He said solemnly: "He controlled the military power in Jiangnan, but he failed to control the hearts of the people. I grew up in this mansion. Although I am only a commoner, it does not mean that I have no confidants. He wants to fight to the death with Jiangbei, let's take advantage of him  I just escaped from the house when the troops and horses were in chaos the night before."

    Nan Baoyi Danfeng¡¯s eyes are sparkling.

    She said softly: "We?"

    Yuchi Beichen bit his lip.

    He lowered his head and his voice trembled slightly: "I, I don't like Sister Baoyi just now. She has no dignity and has lost her dignity. That is not what Sister Baoyi should look like

    "I hate him for belittling you, hate him for killing my father, and hate him for slaughtering noble families at will! I am willing to join Xiao Daoyan. I am the last bloodline of the Yuchi family. As long as Xiao Daoyan kills Yuchi Qinghuan, I can help him win over the hearts of the people in Jiangnan.  !¡±

    At the end of the sentence, he was categorical.

    "It's like he has completely let go of his infatuated love for the girl, and he has also shouldered the heavy burden that a young master should shoulder.

    The light is gentle.

    Nan Baoyi's eyes were slightly red, and he looked touched: "I don't have many friends in my life, Yuchi, you are the friend I hope we can keep in touch with and help each other until we grow old."

    Yuchi lowered his head and smiled gently.

    But there were tears rolling down at the feet, disappearing into the shadows of the ground like water.

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    The next morning.

    Nan Baoyi returned to the small courtyard to the east.

    This is the worst courtyard in Yuchi Mansion. Not only is it overgrown with weeds, but the paint on the corridor is faded and peeling, and there are no maids or servants to serve it.

    Nan Baoyi quickly returned to the dormitory and anxiously checked on A Chou.

    Yuchi Qinghuan wanted to take A Chou as a hostage, so she had no intention of starving her. The wet nurse had just come to feed her, and the little one was sleeping soundly in her swaddling clothes.

    She breathed a sigh of relief and saw that there was dinner on the table that she had not had time to eat yesterday. She was about to soak it in hot water and take a few bites when she suddenly heard the sound of singing and singing coming from next door.

    The delicate eyebrows can¡¯t help but be locked up.

    She put down the cold steamed buns and walked out to the corridor curiously.

    The door of the hall next door is open.

    In the past, the young man of the Shen family, who was the most powerful man in Chang'an, got a Tsing Yi costume with a symmetrical floral pattern from somewhere. His fingers were painted with bright red dandelion, his hair was knee-length, and his pure face was outlined with gorgeous makeup.  , singing opera ballads as if sleepwalking.

    He stared into the void, singing, as if he saw something, suddenly showed a longing look on his face, shook his sleeves, and stretched out his hand to touch it.

    However, that thing was like the moon in the water and the smoke across the river. He tried his best to catch it, but in the end, his efforts were in vain and he couldn't catch anything

    His singing became more and more sad:

    "Could it be that the steps were rocking to reveal the exquisite bun, could it be that the skirt jingled with the ring, could it be the wind blowing on the eaves of the iron horse, could it be that the bells of the Brahma Palace were ringing at night, I was lurking here to listen to the sound on the east wall, but it turned out that the bell in the west wing was  My dear Lisi Tong

    ¡°He doesn¡¯t act like a cavalryman with swords and spears, he doesn¡¯t imitate the chirping crane in the sky, he doesn¡¯t show off his high ambitions and make love to the wind and the moon, but he is like a child whispering in a small window

    "He is exhausted in his thoughts, but not yet exhausted in his hatred, all because of the loss of the male and female of Jiaoluan, chick, and phoenix. His song is not over yet, but I have understood. It is clearly a shrike and a flying swallow"

    "The Romance of the West Chamber".

    Nan Baoyi raised his eyebrows.

    When I was in Jinguancheng in the past, it was one of the most popular plays in Yulouchun. Boss Han especially liked to listen to this play and even sang it on stage himself.

    At that time, Shen Yichao still disliked Boss Han because he was from various religions and the songs he sang were all gaudy stuff that was not popular on the stage, but he was the only one who was noble, noble and refined.

    But today, he was actually willing to put aside his pretense of being a famous young man, put on a costume and pretend to be Tsing Yi, and also sang songs that he looked down upon in the past.

    And there was youth in his eyes, and he raised his sleeves to cover half of his handsome face. His posture was like that of a young man, a little affectionate and a little shy, as if he had seen the romantic relationship with Boss Han in the past.

    Nan Baoyi couldn't tell what he was feeling for a moment.

    She??: "Shen Yichao, what's the use of doing this? If you can't come back, neither Boss Han nor your old status in Chang'an can come back."

    Shen Yichao didn't seem to hear her.

    He held the orchid with his fingers and stared into the void, as if muttering to himself: "When I went to Jinguan City in the past, I always despised her for being born in the lower ninth rank. Little did I know that my own virtue was not even as good as the lower ninth rank

    "If I could go back to those days, I would never ridicule her for not being literate, nor would I belittle her for being vulgar and lowly

    "She loves to listen to music, so I sing to her. She wants to read, so I teach her carefully. I can also be like my brother, who bravely brings her to her parents and tells everyone bravely,  Han Yanliang is the girl I, Shen Yichao, want to marry"

    The sentence "The matchmaker is marrying" made the eight-foot-old man burst into tears.

    He cried and laughed like crazy: "Aunt, you have done a terrible job to your nephew! What kind of family concept, what is noble and low, what should I do if I learn those things? What should I do if I learn those things?!"

    "You said there is a way out as long as you turn back, but I have no way out, no way out!"

    He waved his sleeves with red eyes, and all the decorations in the hall were pushed to the ground.

    The ground is in a mess.

    Nan Baoyi held her breath and took a few steps back.

    She didn¡¯t dare to provoke Shen Yichao in this state. She pursed her lips and finally turned around and ran away.

    However, for two days in a row, the sound of ghosts crying and howling was heard non-stop from the next door.

    "My aunt harmed me!"

    "There is no way out"

    "Yanyan, Yanyan!"

    The heartbreaking sounds are heard day and night, sharp and shrill.

    Nan Baoyi couldn't eat well or sleep well. A Chou, who didn't like to cry much at first, was noisy by Shen Yichao and made him cry all day long. His chubby little face looked thinner.

    Nan Baoyi finally couldn't bear it anymore.

    At dusk the day before the war, she walked into the next door with two dark circles under her eyes.

    The house is in a mess.

    Shen Yichao was sitting on the ground with his hair disheveled. His costume was filthy, his white sleeves were stained brown by wine stains, and the paint on his face was mottled with tears. He looked miserable and downcast.

    He played with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, lowered his eyelashes, and said with a smile: "There is no way out I finally have no way out The former noble son of Chang'an has become a waste now, everyone will look down on me, Yanyan  She will also look down on me She always looks down on me"

    Nan Baoyi¡¯s head hurts.

    For two days, this guy kept talking about it over and over again, just these few sentences, which made her ears almost get calloused!

    She put her pretty little face down and said in a deep voice: "Shen Yichao, get up." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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